1/7/2013 10:32:47 PM: Who is He I clearly hear? His voice that now controls me. What mastery guides me towards His request? You pour through me, washing away my uncertainty. Who are you that you should compel me on? His beliefs, His veracity became mine.  He has become my Eleutherios allowing me to partake in His mysteries, possessed and empowered in my own submission. My Lyaeus, He frees me from all torment and brings order my chaos. He is like a tree; He shelters me as I lie naked, safe in His shade.  His delicate, loving, constant possession I have become. Once a distant ignis fatuus He ignited that which was an ember in me. What else is there in life but being near Him? Oh, to be given to you my own Eros. If this is but a dream then let me abide here lost in Him forever.

12/13/2012 6:51:47 AM: 'He whispers sempiternally upon every inch of her rope bound body'

12/8/2012 6:15:17 PM: In the spirit of craving and feasting and consuming (mind, body, and soul respectively), I perceive reluctance more than fear and possibly a bit more falling than lunging. But I am not interested in quibbling. Those in protective mode are not likely to lunge toward much of anything. But while safely ensconced one may safely indulge the idle and harmless distraction. And while thus cocooned and distracted, a hunter may approach in ever diminishing circles, his hunger for consumption not masked yet unperceived, the ever closing circle winding his own cocoon into that of your own, and of a silk unknown to your alchemy, with a tensile strength unknown to your physics, a web of dimension unknown to your mathematics, a binding unknown to your biology. It is a silk that is inescapable as it undermines desire for escape; it is in fact so very reassuring that in your contentment you draw it about you even tighter. Only should you rebel would its presence be announced, but in the elixer of its warmth, the sedation of its cloak, rebellion as concept dissolves from the lexicon.  It is in such state that the eyes affixed draw the hunter in for the kill, the consumption drawn out through those same eyes, across the now negligent expanse of space, inhaled as the sweet syrup of soul flowing forth, absorbed in surrender and exaltation. The prey thus consumed is now prepared to be ravished in dessert, the mortal coil the celebratory feast as occupied in primal lust, captured, invaded, inhabited, embalmed with an altogether foreign nectar dissolving tissue and sinew into alien form, of alien purpose, under alien direction, yet visibly unchanged from your prior state.  When you awaken, the merged silks will be the strands of the marionette. Only your mind will remain cocooned in dreamy alert. From deep within I shall direct and choreograph, your utterly voluntary compliance will feel as autonomous as any act ever taken ... more so in the clarity of uncluttered thought. Meaning will be being, purpose will be function, direction will be action, action will be service, and service will be bliss. There will be no further need, nor place, for distraction. ©The10thMuse

12/6/2012 1:05:11 PM: I wish I could lay here and not hear all the voices in my head That I was beside you, that you could make me feel what it is I need I wish I felt your soft breath on the back of my neck as your body moves behind mine That I could hear your voice full of raw power whisper in my ear I wish I could feel your passion upon my body I wish today I had worn panties just for the hell of it I wish I at this moment could feel your hands in my hair Your body pressing mine against the cold hard wall Your hand around my throat as I breathe you in deep Your voice telling me how this encounter will end Sending my mind and body into that place My skin like Braille telling you all my secrets as your fingers trace my body I cannot hide what I want or who I am with you Each breath hitching up in my chest as my excitement grows With each touch, each moment, pain, pleasure, the lines blurred Yes this is what I’ve needed to be for some time now What am I? You ask me over and over I know what I am, I am your slut! I bite my lip to keep the words from escaping my lips why? I wish for this not to end I wish it would be forever...I wish... ©The10thMuse

12/4/2012 5:19:01 PM: The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice  Hearing you speak my name  Beckoning me to answer  Telling me you want me  So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love  Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us  Tracing your shadowscape  Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and  All its divinity and I praise you  Because all of that is for me  I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies  Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts  Dripping down my chin  Your taste is something Godiva couldn't re-create  Needing every atom of your anatomy  Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity  Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness  Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes In my daydreams  Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum  And it makes me want you right there and then  Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get  Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place  As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it  You know my body like the back of your hands  And touch me and send me into ecstacy  My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high  Body rising, sweating, panting, make-up melting, pulling my hair and scratching my back  I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name  'You are so big and so hard, you give it to me so good, you are my mortal sin.'  I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine  And I struggle as you lick torturing me I try to get away but not really  Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos  Again you pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still  And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me  Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told  You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you  You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it  Again and Again  My face radiates with after-glow  My pillow scented by you a fragrance which haunts me  My room smells of the best sex  Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me  Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history